Dream Blob Novels & Stories

Max stupidly asks him. "Sorry, BroMax, seems you're glitching, you're breaking up, I can't talk to you right now, bad signal," Troy responds in haste before getting up and walking over to Simo to order his favorite ice cream -- 'bland' flavored ice cream, his words, definitely not mine. Max shakes his head before glancing at Bell and I in bewilderment. "Am I dreaming? I was talking to him face-to-face, right? How can I be glitching?"

My dream had passed and the hope of finally seeing my stranger's face today was now gone. For as long as I can remember, I have had the same dream, it almost haunts me. It's always the same. Laylan with her long, pure white hair hanging to the small of her back, tucked behind her pointed ears, opening her perfect face and her high cheekbones that accented her large bright eyes, her left eye of dark, emerald green and her right of deep, royal blue. She's always standing on the cliff-side peering out on a land I had never seen. Artimous; a beautiful, white unicorn; and Greagan; the leader of the elves; would always join her looking exactly the same every time. Their appearance was always the s

I ask. Me and Liam are total opposites. Mainly because he looks like someone from the Arctic race, blonde haired, blue eyes and pale skin, whereas I'm warm, brunet, with brown eyes. If I am to be honest I should be the one calling him Icy, not the other way around.

Else she was the strongest among them. "Yeah..." Iris wiped her tears and gave a small nod to Hailey. "There is a surprise for you," Hailey said, pulling Iris in a bone-crushing hug. "And what is that?" Iris laughed a little, breaking the hug. "Dumbo. If I tell you how would the surprise remain?" Time passed Iris kept her stuff ready before leaving the room. Hailey double-checked everything and shut the door behind them after coming out of their room.

I thought as I grabbed the hair products and fix my hair. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - MIKO I’m seriously watching the videos in front of me; especially the light post where Topgun was a while ago and the structure where Black Dragon went to ask permission to enter. I noticed two guards obviously alert outside as lots of young men come in and out. I looked back at the video of the light post. I now saw Topgun leaning on it as Black Dragon appeared in front of him holding a pink and yellow balloon. It looks exactly like the balloons Big Boss was selling minutes ago. Then I saw them walked to the structure, stopped, talked to the guards, handed the balloons and finally went inside. The game is

now seemed to melt like a thawing glacier, filled with emotions I couldn't even begin to understand. "Nova Grayson," he said my name slowly. "Let me see your phone." My stomach sank. "Why do you want to see my phone? Mr. Gilmore, this is private…" "I want to see what your so-called fiance looks like," he said evenly, but his words carried an undeniable authority. "You said his hands are nice, right? I assume his wallpaper reflects that?" A shiver ran down my spine. My lock screen really was a close-up of Mr. Y's hand, but my home screen showed my cat—the same one on his computer.

It consisted of a large glowing monitor, a keyboard, and a central processor tower with multiple open data ports. I reached into the small hidden pocket lined inside the bodice of my gown. My fingers found the tiny, black hacking drive Adrian had given me. I pulled it out and stared at it for a brief second. This tiny piece of plastic held the power to destroy a mafia empire. I jammed the drive into the open port on the console. The monitor flared to life immediately. A black terminal window popped up on the screen, lines of green code scrolling too fast for me to read. Then, a thick progress bar appeared in the center of the window.

It exposed what it had been hiding, a bright blue blob-like thing with misty white pattern spiralling within it. Once again Matthew was dazzled by it. “Whoa~” After being mystified by it for a few seconds, Matthew slowly reached for it. Upon touching the blob, he felt as if he was sucked into it. When he came to, he was in a void of space. The void was not all black but it was a misty rainbow realm. He felt as if he was floating. “Matthew, son of Mark. Thirteenth descendant of Draco Blair.” Multiple voices echoed at the same time, welcoming Matthew. A soft blue figure without a face or clothes appeared in front of him. “It is a pleasure to meet you at last.”

Dream smiled and quickly typed a message, No, I'm sick of that school :( Or you hate Mondays? Now get your lazy ass to school! Dream smiled and replied her before throwing her phone to the bed. She sauntered to her closet and brought out her school uniform and a big pink sweater. She dropped them on her bed before walking into the bathroom. Dream primed up in front the mirror, brushing her long black hair, her hazel eyes fixed on the mirror as she did. She applied a little amount of lip gloss on her lips and took one last look at herself in the mirror which felt weird before picking her bag.

I have my own treasure room now and I'm slowly filling it. Bastian recovered the chalice and the painting that Laryn swears he will steal away someday. I want no reminders of the day I burned. Though being dragon is the best possible outcome, the memory of the pain is too great. Laryn comes down low and covers me. Ecstasy floods my senses. When the blue light of our release explodes, the entire sky fills with different shades of blue flame. This time the light is slightly different, but I just can't place my finger on it. One thing I absolutely know is that Laryn will need to begin constructing our nest.